End of a long journey... (OPEN)

[Marnark’tranarprol]

It had taken a very, very long time to get to this place. The journey had started out a long one on land on the Northern continent, followed by an agonizingly long journey by boat across the ocean. A trip that had resulted in Ragule treating half the passengers aboard for seasickness (including himself half the time...) Just so everyone could make it across half alive. Once that harrowing journey was overwith, the second segment of land journey had begun, and seemed to last for ever!

But now, now the gruelling journey was over with. Ragul rode his weary runner up the well-tended road to the Weyr, and in through the entrance to the Weyrbowl. The runner was quite tired, and looked it, head hanging slightly lower than level of its back. Ragule himself was quite tired as well, glad to finally be at his destination.

The runner slowed to a halt, tired enough that it didn't notice or care about the dragons in the area. And for a time, Ragule simply sat there atop his weary steed, looking just as worn. Finally, he decided he'd better try to pry himself out of the saddle that seemed to have comformed to his rump. That ... or his rump had conformed to the saddle, he wasn't sure which.

Levering himself up, he swung a leg over and stepped down to solid ground. For a moment he stood there, before wobbling over to the nearest stone and sitting down on it. He wasn't really all that old, all things considered. But ... for a trip like that, it had made him feel like he was twice his age! All his joints were in agony, from the trip, and the lack of care he'd been unable to give it during travel. So ... he just sat. And heaved a slow sigh.

"Well ... we're here." Ragule remarked. "I'd give you a good rub down and some mashed grains, but ... I am afraid I feel as bad as you look." He told the runner, who continued to just stand there, bottom lip dangling toward the ground. Even though it was not tied in any way, it was content to just stand there and vegitate.

Ragule was looking forward to the possibility of a real bed again, and maybe a good bath ... he felt like he'd been rolling in grit for ... well ... the entire time he'd been traveling. And it was just simply not a good feeling. A hot meal would be nice, too.

Ahhhh, civilization!!

[Akki]

Ooc|| You tempted meee~ I have no choice to join in and force Ragule to be friends with my characters |D

Dark Moon was a small Weyr, but growing. And their love for gossip and rumors grew along with that. You could constantly hear the drudges, and some of the riders, whisper in a low voice Did you hear about her? Yeah! Isn’t it scandalous?. Most of the time the whispering was who hooked up with who and who said what behind whose back. It was all very confusing. But sometimes, it came in handy. Like today for instance, a low murmur of a new Master Healer for the Weyr. The last Healer Dark Moon had that Akki could remember was Nike. She never went to that girl for healing – it was too weird to tell your friend about some weird disease you were pretty sure you had.

She had been waiting around in the Weyr Bowl whenever she could, ignoring the snarky comments from Ebbeth (They usually consisted of her being told she was a creep). She couldn’t help it though. She was excited – No, beyond excited. She loved the idea of meeting new people; she was a freakishly social person.

A runner came into sight and Akki wiggled slightly. “Do you think that’s them? Do you Sargon?” She asked with curiosity, her green fire lizard just cocking his head. He didn’t fully understand what was so exciting at this very moment. She watched as the man got off the runner and rested on a stone. “That’s our cue!” She quietly cheered, standing up and walking over to the possible Healer. She probably looked odd, a green firelizard wrapped in her hair and two cups of klah in her hand. She had gotten thirsty and a drudge was kind enough to send her some klah and an extra mug just in case.

“Are you the new Master Healer?” The bluerider asked as she stopped in front of the man. He was older than her and suddenly Akki felt like a child. She was used to being one of the older people in the Weyr and she was only in her twenties. Maybe she should be treating this man with more respect? She held out the mug in her left hand, “I’d say this is just a warm welcome but that’s a lie. I’m buttering you up so you won’t hate me when you realize I’m accident prone and will require a lot of healing attention.”

[Marnark’tranarprol]

Ragule looked up as he heard footsteps crunching on the ground as they approached. When he spied someone approaching with not one, but two mugs, his tired contenance brightened considerably. "Well, hello there!" He greeted, before pausing and listening to what she had to say. He laughed softly, then. "I don't feel so new." He remarked. "But I suppose the answer to your question is yes." He levered himself back to his feet. "Master Healer Ragule, at your service." He introduced. "And who might you be?" He asked, gratefully accepting the mug of klah and tasting it.

It wasn't quite how he liked it, under ideal conditions. But at this particular moment, any klah was good klah! Oh, lovely wonder of wonders. Klah! He swallowed a good bit of it, and smiled happily. "Ohh, you have no idea how good this is ... thank you very much."

"I'm sure you're not that clumsy." He chuckled, before polishing off the last of the klah in the mug. "My stars, this place is a long ways out of the way, isn't it? I was begining to despair of ever actually getting here. Nice and warm, though." He commented, suddenly realizing how he'd just bolted all that drink ... it was embarrassing, really. Someone as mature as him bolting his drink. Worse, he wished it wasn't empty. It altogether hadn't been enough drink! Which was just awful. "Ahhhh ... is there any more where this came from?" He asked, somewhat sheepishly, gesturing with the cup slightly.

[Akki]

Akki flashed him her famous crooked smile. “Next time I see you all freshened up, I call you new then. How’s that sound?” She offered with a shrug. Mind you, with her luck next time she saw him there would be a gaping head wound of some sort involved. She was glad that he had accepted the mug; otherwise she would look pretty foolish holding them together. “Oh! Right.” She offered him a sheepish smile. She had completely forgotten to introduce herself. “I’m Akki. I ride a blue named Ebbeth.” She nodded her head up and down a few times.

“I’m going to say that my bribe is working then.” She snickered as he thanked her for the drink. She was going to use this against him in the future. ‘But Ragule! You need to stitch me up for the tenth time today! I gave you klah to drink!’ In the end he would probably regret ever meeting the bluerider and end up running away from Dark Moon all together.

She frowned slightly. Was Dark Moon out of the way? She never really thought about it much, she had spent quite a few Turns here now. “We hope our nice weather will make people forget how far away we are.” She laughed. She loved the weather here. She couldn’t stand the cold, it was just…nasty. There was no other way to put it. She laughed loudly, taking the empty mug from his hands and handing him her own. She lifted up a hand in a solemn vow, “I swear my lips have not touched this drink. You won’t be getting any strange diseases from me today.”

[Spirithawk]

OOC: *Chuckles* I have an idea for some chaos to welcome our new Healer into the Weyr. Direct him to the Dining Hall or kitchens if you're game, if not, that's cool too.

[Marnark’tranarprol]

Ragule grinned slightly crooked, himself, at the sheer volume of energy coming out of this young lady. He could see why she might have a slight issue with injuring herself often ... she didn't seem to really know how to contain herself! But then ... that just might be the glaring comparison going, there. Him old and tired and road weary. Her young and pritely and ... apparently quite fresh.

"Akki." He repeated. "I'll remember that ... oh, thank you." His brows ooched upward slightly, as he suddenly found his mug taken and replaced with the other one. Under normal circumstances, he would have protested that little switch indignantly. However ... as thirsty as he was for something besides scalding hot water?

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Admin's Note:[/hr]... He'd take it. Ragule took a sip off the mug of klah, and swallowed, trying really hard to take the time to not rush this mugfull too.

"A starving man is very easy to bribe with food." He observed, before laughing hoarsely for a moment. He stopped abruptly, and then coughed up some roaddust that the laughing aggrivated. "Excuse me." He rasped, afterward. "I don't think anyone would run away from a place if they were all welcomed as cheerily as you do." He complimented. "Besides ... I don't think you have any strange diseases. If you did ... you wouldn't be nearly so happy." He smiled at her brightly, before stiffly walking back toward his nag. Catching up the reins, he started walking deeper into the Weyr bowl, carrying the mug in his other hand. Though the contents regularly were lessened.

"Where shall I leave my companion, here?" He asked, looking around. Every Weyr was different, he had learned. Shaped to match whatever the terrain afforded for. On the side of the runner, a flap on a pouch moved, and a little brown flitter poked his head out. Deciding it was too bright out, he ducked back down into the pouch, the sides heaving and wiggling fit to betray that something living was most assuredly inside.

[Akki]

She grinned as Ragule accepted the fresh klah of mug. She’d have to shower kisses and hugs upon the drudge that was thoughtful enough to bring two. Then again, maybe it was a subtle way for the drudge to apologize to Ragule. He was stuck meeting Akki in the first few minutes of his arrival and most people would be put off on that.

“Offering starving men food is how I get them to do my bidding later on.” She shrugged casually, winking at the man. Actually, people probably wouldn’t put it past her to do that. She liked having people owe her favors, as it weird as it sounded. Then she didn’t feel as bad when she needed to ask something of them. “My high levels of optimism, smiles and all around happiness tend to scare some people.” She admitted. She leaned in closer, lowering her voice. “They think I’m setting them up for a trap.” She pulled away and snapped her fingers. “Oops! You caught me; I’m just waiting for all those diseases. I know they’ll come eventually.”

“You can leave your runner here. I’m positive in a few minutes a drudge will be running out to take him…her?... to the pens. She…he…can rest there.” The bluerider beamed. She peered around Ragule, her brows furrowed slightly. “Are you hiding children in your pouch, because something is moving. And I thought I was the only one who kept kids there.”

[Marnark’tranarprol]

Ragule laughed. "No, that's just my flitter, Torc. He found out early on in the trip that he could sleep all day and not fall off if he piled up in a bag... he did a lot of that at first. Falling off, I mean. Sleeping too, of course, but it was hilarious watching him pitch headlong off a walking mount cause he'd gone to sleep on it." He chuckled softly, and shook his head. "Silly creature ... but a reliable messenger if I ever saw one."

"A trap?" He looked at her, one brow ooching upward for a moment. And then he laughed. "I wonder why! But no ... seriously ... I really appreciate the welcome ... and the klah, of course!" He gestured with his now-empty mug. He really was going to have to find where she'd stashed the rest of it... because he was apparently thirsty. Made him wonder how thirsty his nag was. But since she suggested he leave his runner where it was, he stopped making the poor thing walk any farther. Instead, he moved to strip the saddle of the few bags of belongings he had brought ... might as well take those with him. This also happened to include the bag housing his lazy-butt flitter.

"I don't imagine he'll be wandering too far ... he looks as tired as I feel." Ragule mentioned, slinging the bags over his shoulder to hang from there. For a lack of hands, he stuffed his mug into a pouch to free up a hand for grabbing the last bag. "Alright ... where am I going?"

[Akki]

Akki listened to the story about Torc with a grin, picturing the scene in her head. “I’m jealous. My own isn’t a very good messenger. He tends to try and eat the parchment instead of delivering it.” She admitted with a frown. It was annoying when she had an important note to deliver and she found Sargon ripping it into shreds.

“Hospitality is key.” She said with a laugh. She was glad that Ragule had appreciated the welcoming. Akki had always thought there was nothing worse than arriving at a Weyr as a newcomer and not having anyone to greet you. She watched as Ragule stripped the runner of his belongings and reached out a hand. “I can take something if you want. Seems unfair for you to come along way and then have to carry everything.” She would be more then happy to help lighten his load.

“Your room has been set up in the lower caverns. Dark Moon has been expecting and have prepared everything. Hopefully it’s to your liking.” Akki said, suddenly feeling like a hostess of some sort. “We can drop your stuff off there and head to the kitchens if you want some food or anything.”

[Marnark’tranarprol]

"Sounds like a plan to me." Ragule agreed, gratefully allowing Akki to take one of the bags from him. He was infinitely grateful that he'd had the sense to pack light. Supplies could be accrued later. "Oh, that's good. You have no idea how good it is to finally be here, to have a real bed to look forward to." He mentioned, following Akki to whereever she was going to lead him. Ragule was going to have to learn the whole lay out of the place, but it didn't worry him a whit. That was easily enough done. "And food sounds marvelous!"

At the jostling, Torc clambered out of the bag he'd been hiding in, and crawled his way up to Ragule's shoulder. There, the brown perched himself and just looked around, seeming to be amazed at what he saw. It was different from the places they had been camping out at for a long time now. He cheeped curiously, before turning his head to regard Akki with interest. Who was this?

"Try smearing a bit of hot pepper oil on the edges of your pages... that might keep him from eating it so readily." Ragule suggested. "Flitters don't tend to like peppery things."

[Akki]

Akki happily swung that bag over her shoulder, grinning. Oooh, if people at Derth could see her now. Helping out and playing nice with others – who would have ever guessed this was how she was going to grow up. She started to lead the way, her head twisted so she could watch Ragule as he talked. Sargon cherped quietly at the awkward position, the fire lizard’s tail tangling itself in her hair. “I guess when you’re gone for a while; you really miss the simple pleasures of life.” She laughed. She knew she would miss a soft place to sleep. She was a cranky camper when there was not a good nights sleep involved.

They entered the tunnels, turn after turn as Akki led Ragule to his new room. Like promised, as soon as they disappeared from view, a drudge showed up to take care of the runner. She grinned at the brown fire lizard as he seemed to survey her. Akki always wanted another flitt around but she was worried that she wouldn’t be able to cover the extra pet with enough affection. She had a dragon and Sargon to worry about.

”Really?” She asked with genuine surprise. She never knew this actually about flits. Perhaps now her messages would be passed on without teeth marks on it. She stopped in front of an empty room and motioned to it with an exaggerated hand motion. “And here, sir, is your brand new room.” Like promised, it was perfectly set up – a plus for now Ragule didn’t have to do much to get it ready for him to live in it.

[Marnark’tranarprol]

"I say don't tend to, because there are a few weirdo flitters out there that will delight in the flavor." Ragule cautioned. "Never know until you try, though." He followed her through all the tunnels, hoping he could find his way back. But finally they were there, and he gratefully dropped his bags down off onto the bed there.

He took a cursory look around, then nodded approvingly from where he stood. "Very nice ... I appreciate it." And then he smiled at the blue rider. Ragule was genuinely glad to be back among human beings ... to have someone to talk to besides his mount ... and surely he was looking forward to a good meal!! Ragule never had been much of a cook... sure, he could prepare herbal mixtures with skill, but that hardly made for good eating!

Reaching up and patting Torc lightly, Ragule looked around once more, and then nodded again before stepping back out of the room. "Alright ... now how about that meal? Oh -! Before I forget..." He walked back over to his bags, and fished that mug back out of them. "Best return this, eh? Cooks might miss it."

[Akki]

Sargon probably would love the taste of peppery things. He had always been the weird flitt. Then again, Akki was the type of person who would nibble at the peppered parchment just to see what it would taste like. Between her and Sargon, very few messages of theirs would get delivered. She felt the fire lizards tail wrap around her neck slightly, a soft hug more or less.

“I’m glad you like it.” She grinned happily, once again looking around the room. She lowered her voice to a whisper, “I tend to imagine worst situations possible. I saw you throwing a fit about how the room was not good enough and leaving the Weyr forever.” She rocked back and forth using the balls of her feet as she raised her voice. “Glad you’re not like that! That would have shattered my nice guy image of you forever.” People at Dark Moon tended to have a fair number of accidents; they needed a healer – that was for sure.

“A meal sounds good right now.” The bluerider said with a nod. She was feeling a tad hungry right now to be honest. She hadn’t eaten much that day. She had the habit of forgetting to eat – her mind was always elsewhere. “Follow me! We’ll dine and wine the day away.” She turned and took a few steps towards the Kitchens, waiting for Ragule to follow. She eyed the mug that the man held. “Haha, just a bit. Apparently some of the dishes are disappearing right now. None of the cooks know where they’ve been going.”

[Marnark’tranarprol]

Ragule shook his head as he followed her back down the hall. "I am actually fairly easy to please. And by no means petty enough to throw a fit over something like the rooms." He laughed. "I am glad I didn't dissappoint you." He chuckled. "Forever is a long time to be trying to glue all the peices back together!" Ragule joked.

"Wine and dine ... well ... what's left of the day, maybe." That, and he was fairly tired ... at the moment though food and drink were more attractive. And resting at a stationary seat was good for resting as anything else! "No one knows where the dishes are going?" Ragule asked. "I certainly won't contribute to the problem ... intetionally." He gestured with the mug vaugely, before taking a look into it. Darn. Still empty!

Ragule did have the presence of mind to pay close attention to where they were going, though. He was going to have to be able to find his way around all on his own ... the sooner the better! Especially to the kitchens ... food was something he liked to partake of several times a day! Granted, most people did ... but still ...

[Spirithawk]

"Chiron come back here!" The voice echoed from one of the passages that opened up into the kitchens. A few of the drudges looked up and then returned to their worl, small smiles tugging at their lips. This was obviously nothing new for them.

A child's high pitched giggle sounded the voice, coming closer to the Kitchens, followed by another "Stop!"

Within a few moments a child of about 2 turns barreled into the cavern as fast as his slightly chubby little legs could carry him. He was smudged with ink and very dirty. His knee was skinned and he was obviously fleeing someone who's booted footsteps could be heard running after him.

He shrieked as he looked over his shoulder and saw his mother appear in the passage. "Chiron!" She called out imperatively. That voice was one that made the riders quake in their boots. However, it did nothing to the two and a half turn toddler. He took off in the direction of Akki."

"Ki! Ah ki!" He cried turning in her direction. He didn't make it to the bluerider, however. He hit an uneven patch in the stone and went sprawling, hitting a crate as he went down. Blood spurted everywhere as his mother cried out in horror.

The Weyrwoman ran to the fallen little boy and carefully picked him up. "We need a Healer." She cried and the drudges panicked, running for the tunnels to get the word out that a Healer was needed for the Weyrwoman's son. Christae knew a lot about dragon healing but a human boy, her son at that, was something altogether different and she wasn't sure if she could handle treating him. He would need stitches more than likely.

"I need boiled water and clean cloths now!" She said, rising over the panic that was her first instinct as a mother.

[Akki]

“Isn’t it though? A greenrider I knew a long time ago shattered his image and is still trying to make up for it!” Akki laughed. She was very glad that Ragule was easy to please and seemed like a generally nice person. She was relieved at the idea the Weyr wouldn’t have some stuck up snob of a Healer.

“Wine and dine for the rest of the day then! And then you can sleep.” She promised. The poor man! He was probably tired and this bluerider was whisking him all over the place. Not that he seemed to mind – which earned him bonus points with Akki. “Good plan. The cooks warned me if they see me stealing any dishes they would smack me with a spoon without hesitation.” She grimaced, imagining that a spoon would probably hurt if used in the right hands. A smile reached her lips as the distinct voice of Christae reached her ears.

Which only meant one thing. Chiron. Akki doted upon Chiron and the others. It wasn’t really a maternal instinct just their similar love for adventure and fun. Akki being motherly? That wasn’t quite possible. If she ever had a kick, she would take them on adventures right away. She bent down on one knee, arms wide. “Chiron-ers! Wait trouble are you causing now.” She scolded the boy with a large grin, expecting him to run into her waiting arms. That didn’t happen of course as the boy immediately went down, taking a rather nice crate down with him. Was it bad that the first thought in Akki’s head was Yeah! You show that crate who’s boss!

That thought was replaced with horror as she noticed the blood. Her arms dropped with an obvious look of disgust on her face. Blood was not her thing. “Blood! Bleeding! Bleeds!” Akki said loudly, pointing at the boy – no help at all. She probably would have panicked right along with Christae if her memory hadn’t kicked in. Wait a tick. Ragule was a Healer! Why the Faranth was she about to panic about there not being a Master Healer. There was one now!

“I come bearing a gift! A Master Healer. Whose timing is impeccable.”

[Marnark’tranarprol]

Ragule opened his mouth to speak, but instead closed it again as he perceived the activities that were going on. He watched in silence as the woman chased a child who was apparently her own around. The Healer smiled slightly as he saw the sheer glee that crossed the youngster's face. Plainly, the tot was having a blast of a time, and was tickled to see his escort. Which was returned apparently! Always nice to see people having fun and enjoying the company of others. This was a fairly nice place, from everything he had seen so far. And he was glad of it. Having a bunch of happy people around was a very nice place to be assigned to... happy people were often healthier than a grunch of sourpusses.

Then the unthinkable happened ... the poor child tripped and fell, crashing into a crate and splitting his head open. Blood sprayed and ran everywhere. Before Ragule could get his old bones moving, the two young women were both moving and talking ... and panicking. Finally, he got started moving forward, toward the incident. Kneeling near the woman and her child, he gently lifted the child from her. "Indeed." He said, simply in response to Akki's comment even as he gently inspected the young boy. First he checked the wound itself to see how deep it was, and then for concussion. Finding no trace of abnormal dilation, he moved on.

"Hot water, towels, I'm also going to need a needle-thorn or two. Some red-wort solution, and some numb-weed. Some bandages would be nice, as well. Don't worry about the blood ... head wounds bleed extortionate amounts more than the injury actually is." He assured the mother in a calm, level voice. Ragule's hands were gentle, and not afraid to get into the thick of things to start stemming the flow of the blood from the little fellow's head. Even as he waited for the required supplies to arrive, he was not idle in the slightest. Despite the seeming grievousness of the injury, he was not flustered or excited at all. Calm and efficient, he was not only not overly concerned – the boy would live right fine, even if he did get a scar from the incident – but he also knew that it would help the lad and everyone else around him to be calm.

Moving strands of hair out of the way, and out of the wound, Ragule made sure it was clean before pinching it shut and applying pressure with his fingers, to stem the flow of blood. Even though this would not stop all of the flow, it would significantly reduce the volume, and help him and his mother stay calm. "You'll be alright. Just a little cut." He told Chiron, soothingly.

[Spirithawk]

Christae surrendered her son. Chiron was screaming, and she tried to soothe him with her voice as drudges ran for what the Weyrwoman and the Healer had ordered. The drudges knew their Weyrwoman well enough to know that whatever the Healer ordered, they had to do, so she didn't even have to order them to get what he asked for.

In a short amount of time, the items were set near the Master Healer while Christae looked anxiously on. Her mouth set in a thin line, brown eyes sharp with worry. The Head Cook was busying herself in the kitchens, not liking to see the blood on the little lad that the drudges all doted on. She started mixing up some bubbly pies, she woudl treat the boy with them afterwards.

Christae couldn't get him to stop crying. "Can we give him fellis?" She knew that if he had a concussion he wouldn't wake up from a dosing of fellis but if he didnt then the fellis would help him calm down until the Healer could stitch him up. "Shh Chiron, baby its ok, you'll be fine."

Christae fought the panic that wanted to overtake her. She had to stay steady for both her dragon and her son. Kaith had bellowed when she felt her rider's fear and horror. She was about ready to break through the cavern to get to her rider and her rider's hatchling. As it was, the Queen's massive head was stuck through the opening of the Lower Caverns, her body blocking the cavern so that the weyrfolk had to take alternate routes through the ground floor weyrs or the Weyrwoman's office to get in and out of the warren of passages.

[Akki]

At least one of them was calm. Christae had a genuine reason to be panicking, after all this was her baby boy that was bleeding. Akki? Not so much. But blood creeped her out; the sight of it, the smell of it, everything.

She watched as Ragule immediately went to work, assessing the situation and asking for the tools needed. She was pretty impressed, Ragule didn’t seem fazed at all by the incident. She wondered if blood had bothered him at first and he got used to it or if it just never bothered him all. Questions about healing ran through her mind but she kept her mouth shut. She didn’t want to distract him. “You took that crate down Chiron. Made me proud!” She told the boy with a fist pump into the air.

She looked up at Christae and offered what she hoped was a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry Christae. Chiron’s got a very thick skull, just like his father.” It probably wasn’t the most appropriate time for jokes but it was really all Akki knew – most people at Dark Moon were aware of this. Will the hatchling be alright? Kaith is trying to get down there, she is worried also.

I think he’ll be alright in the end. He’ll just have a mean looking bump for a while and maybe a scar.

[Marnark’tranarprol]

"Thank you." Ragule said to the people who brought him everything he needed. His hands flew as he worked... he knew just what to do and had little hesitation in doing it. "Here, hold some pressure on that, hold it shut." Ragule instructed of the mother. "But be gently, you don't want to bruise the area more than it is. Bruising shouldn't be too bad, though, as the skin broke." Ragule mentioned. Not because it was important, but because it was something to say, something to keep the women focused on, something to ease thier worry. More than likely, they already knew that when then blood had a chance to escape an injury, the characteristic black and blue bruising didn't form, as the black and blue was just trapped blood from ruptured bloodvessels.

"No, I wouldn't give him fellis. Dosing someone this young is difficult to start with, due to thier low body weight. But on a chance of internal head injury? Not a chance." Ragule stated. "However, there is still something we can do." As he freed his hands up from holding the wound closed, he carefully dosed a rag with redwort and washed the area with it, careful to keep any of the fluid from running. If any of it reached his eyes, it would likely sting a lot... and that was not a nice thing at all to do to an already traumatized young boy. "Easy there, lad. We'll get you fixed up right as rain." Ragule said, softly.

It did not take long, and Ragule had the whole thing cleaned up and disinfected. Taking some of the provided numbweed salve, he gently tapped the thick, creamy substance onto and around the wound. "That should help him feel better." It would also help him hold still while Ragule did the stitching. He gave it a moment to sink in, while he threaded a needle thorn with some fiber. Once it was decently threaded, he made sure to soak the whole thing in redwort, to disinfect the whole thing. "Alright, then." He commented, before leaning over the lad's head again. "Almost done."

He ran the needle through one edge of the open wound, and then through the matching opposite edge. "Hold it shut. I don't want to pull on it with the stitch." He advised, before cinching it up and tying a neat little knot. Snipping the fiber, he ran the needlethorn and fiber through the redwort once more, before making the second stitch. A third stitch, and the gash was neatly closed up. "Alright, you can let go now. Thankyou for the help." He nodded slightly, before gently washing the area down with redwort again, and then applying some more numbweed. "Our little man here makes a fine patient." He complimented, to ease some of the tension and lighten the mood.

"Now let's just cover that up a little so he doesn't hang it on anything..." With a bit of bandaging and glue, Ragule covered the stitches over. It would help keep him from hanging them on his clothes, or picking at them, or his bedsheets. Sitting back on his heels, Ragule started cleaning up everything he had used to work on the lad. "I'll be wanting to look at that, regularly, though. To make sure it doesn't infect, and to change that bandage..." he glanced at Christae for a moment. "Unless you'd prefer to do that yourself?"